Bound like a million
In silence.

Slated immovable
As evolving from stagnant pools.

Hearts cry for release,
But the are the dignitaries of moss.

Perhaps further into the blue
We shall notice a pallid light;

Is shines for you
As guidance

Through the dark and into
The haven of sufferance;

The pangs of the unlight,
Roses in winter,

And the rubicund dawn
Emblazoned across your face.